Crunch, crunch, crunch…their footfalls seemed to echo loudly against the stark, barren ruins. Even though the sky overcast with an odd haze, everywhere they could or would look it seemed as if shadows moved and swayed. In the darker recesses of doorways or windows, the perception of movement was unmistakable.
“Well if there be monsters anywhere on the Laird’s earth, it be here I’d wager.” James said dourly as he paused a moment staring at a cavernous doorway. Glancing at the others he opened his mouth, about to tell them what he had seen, but thought better of it and resumed his walk. However the sight of a large cat-like being, glowing green eyes and a wicked grin upon its face, naked except for a loin cloth, a nasty dagger gripped in a massive paw.
Darting shadows and flickering lights seemed to stay ahead of them, movement at the corner of their eyes. Inhaling deeply, James gripped his sword hilt and licked his lips; a low rumble echoed somewhere ahead of them, as if a large stone door was opening. “Perhaps we shall tea with the lairds of this land?” He said jovially. However inside a sinking feeling swirled about his stomach. This would be the hardest fight of their lives, clearly there was more at work here than mere stories and hidden beasties, there was real evil.
Deep in the hidden tombs a form stirred and shifts. Slowly the obsidian eyelids fluttered and flickered open, the umber glow from the large eyes indicated a malignancy that spanned eons. Painfully a long arm shot upward into the darkness of the tomb, to grasp the edge of the granite sarcophagus. The audible exhale of trapped air, which had been compressed in lungs that had not been used in millennia, filled the silent chamber with the sounds of life long since forgotten.
Rising, the feline headed creature peered around the area, the umber eyes flaring and casting off a glow that shaded the hideous muzzle, highlighting the eerie creatures visage. Long, lean limbs touched the cold stone floor, the talons screeching against the hard surface as the toes gripped and eased slowly, testing the strength that had been unused for so long the creature feared the limbs would collapse.
The wrap that circled the lean waist of the creature swished slightly as he moved towards the large door that had been blocked with stones of immense weight and size. Standing before the stones Akram placed long fingered hands against the stones, testing them, a odd little purr escaped the black lips as the being looked at the frame, running his fingers along the edges, then with a growl that filled and echoed through out the tomb, Akram leaned against the stones.
The muscles coiled and flexed as they exerted strength that had lay dormant, slowly the stones inched backward, dust dislodged and floated in the air, streaming from the edges they had accumulated over the centuries. Then with a groan of protest the stones gave way as the block slide and tumbled backward, the black from that followed it keep up the pressure until the ancient air of the tomb was greeted and carried by the winds of the lonely isle. The sunlight cast its muted light on the newly revealed tomb, and the dusky skinned, feline headed man that stood in the gloomy entrance, breathing in the hot lung scorching air.